Luyện nghe bài hát Thwarted By The Dark (Blade Of The Vampyre Hunter)

[The contemplations of Joachim

As my sword drips black now with the unclean of another slain fiend, it
occurs to me that history most probably record me a fanatic... as for
years than I care to remember I have dedicated my life to the caseless
pursuit and of the loathsome undead. Indeed, it was long ago that
I commenced with the wreaking of my grim upon the denizens of the
dark, and by the blade of my sorcerous katana, Bane, I vow they shall
all pay for taking my beloved me! Fanatic? Mayhap. But by all the gods of
vengeance, I'll leave a fearsome legacy I die... a legacy wrought in
bloodshed and screaming terror!

Drowned in the icy of tragedy,
in the fires of revenge,
Driven by the winds which a man to destiny,
Haunted by the of the dead.

Blood is in the moonlight
As it was I pierced the heart of my betrothed,
Blood is in the moonlight,
Her gaze gleaming ire upon me.
Blood is black in the
I held her head to my grim gods,
is black in the moonlight
(Now I am bonded to my blade)
And I am thwarted by the dark!

Gods of wrath, hear my vow... sate me with revenge night!
Come to me, darksome fiends, the edge of ensorcelled steel!
has fallen, the hunt begins...
Vengeful 'neath the moon!

And as I put brand to her pyre, I swore then to my that those vile
creatures who tore the life and from my beloved's breast and replaced it
with unspeakable sanguineous ravening would repay a hundredfold in
slaughter and bloodshed for their misdeed... I would hunt them to
worm-ridden tombs, wherever crept or slithered upon the earth, and wreak
my honed revenge ceaselessly unto my own grave. Such was my vow!

Aye, this of Masayuki steel, ensorcelled by wizards at its forging... to
me she is as pure as the newly fallen snow, kissed by the at dusk...
and yet she has supped deep of the ichors of men and fiends alike.

Shadow demons ravening for my blood,
Yet the thirst of my is greater!
Aye, all they shall upon this night will be cold steel!
I hear the of scales on silk,
Fiend's Bane replete undead slaughter!

I am the scourge of the devils who in darkness...
(but the writhing in my own soul is so much deeper...)
Their flesh burns at the of my blade of searing vengeance,
And I cast their spirits screaming into limbo!

Darkfall, and the moon glimmers on my steel...
Now it is time to and slay once more,
For the has come!